...
...Calliope is a muse-name.
I've been drawing non-stop since September.
I've filled up more sketchbooks than I have in the past five years put together.
...and it's always your face when I'm bored or restless or don't know what to draw. It's been that way since the very first night I slept at your house.
You just got under my skin.
You're so fucking pretty.
So. Calliope.
I didn't really think about it, all those months ago.
...now...
Now I'm ranting at the walls.
"What gives them the right to leave?!"
...muses...
...and suddenly remember Sandman...
...and the authors that kept Calliope chained up for decades...
You can't keep your muses chained up in a dark room just for you. They have no obligation to you.
Neither do beautiful boys.
...or anyone, really...
I've been drawing non-stop since September.
I've filled up more sketchbooks than I have in the past five years put together.
...and it's always your face when I'm bored or restless or don't know what to draw. It's been that way since the very first night I slept at your house.
You just got under my skin.
You're so fucking pretty.
So. Calliope.
I didn't really think about it, all those months ago.
...now...
Now I'm ranting at the walls.
"What gives them the right to leave?!"
...muses...
...and suddenly remember Sandman...
...and the authors that kept Calliope chained up for decades...
You can't keep your muses chained up in a dark room just for you. They have no obligation to you.
Neither do beautiful boys.
...or anyone, really...